Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 80 The Regulator

"From now on, the Frederick family will take over completely."

Doruvin and Delina stood on either side of Ita, making her appear even smaller, yet highlighting her aura as the head of the family.

Angoli's face turned cold:
“You want me to hand over Drendin’s safety to a gang?” he said bluntly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You will do that very soon,” Ita said calmly.

Before Angori could fully grasp the meaning behind her words, a subordinate rushed over: "Captain! The director sent a message, instructing us to cooperate with the Frederick family to eliminate the target!"

Angori turned his head to look at Ita, but the other party had already turned away: "If you are willing to stay, then let your people maintain the security of the surrounding area."

His expression changed, turning gloomy. He then turned and left with a flick of his robe.

“Get the regulatory crew ready,” he said in a low voice as he walked. “This city is not for them to dictate.”

Ignoring the furious Angori, Ita looked up at the vines that were growing wildly above.
"Patriarch, all the Blood Knights are ready," Doruvan said beside her.

Ita nodded: "Group one prepares the barrier, group three clears out the surrounding enemies, group four provides backup, groups two and three launch the main attack, and prioritize obtaining the target containment object."

As soon as she finished speaking, an invisible ripple spread throughout the area, and several blood-red shadows were rapidly moving towards them. The skeleton soldiers who were plundering at that moment had not yet reacted, and as if they had been hit by a huge impact, their skeletons flew and shattered all over the ground.

This strange book was like a streak of light, weaving back and forth among the vines and tree trunks, and these intertwined vines seemed to be alive, sweeping towards Caesar who was chasing after them.

After the blade sliced ​​through one cluster, another would surge up, seemingly endless, slowing down his pursuit.

Caesar was certain that after using that ethereal power, the book could no longer convert to new powers in the short term, and now it could only keep running away from him.

The surrounding space was almost completely filled by the vines, but the book was always locked in by the all-powerful perspective of God.

From the overall perspective brought by his dominance, Caesar seemed to be able to sense the emotions of the book. It was intelligent, and its emotions were changing from initial playfulness to panic.

It began to feel afraid, never expecting to be at a disadvantage. Perhaps that nothingness was its last trump card, and now it was at its wit's end.

"Still want to run?"

Caesar raised his hand and pointed, and several flying blades spun and cut through the surrounding vines, slashing at the book from four directions.

The streak of light paused for half a second, then suddenly plunged downwards at a 90-degree angle to dodge the slash.

Just when it thought it had escaped, a chain suddenly swung from directly in front of it, binding it tightly.

Swish.

Caesar chopped off the branches rushing towards him, then with a flick of his right hand, pulled back and snatched the book away.

He finally caught it; the book was struggling in his hands when Caesar raised his hand and slapped the cover of the book.

"Still making trouble?"

The book fell silent, then the text on the cover changed, but it was no longer the title; instead, it displayed a sentence:

"Let me go, and I'll grant you one wish."

"You like negotiating?" Caesar looked at it and sneered. "We can talk about it later."

The book cover remained silent for a moment, then a line of text appeared:

"Then let's talk to them."

Caesar turned his head and saw a gaping maw of blood open in front of him, with sharp teeth clearly visible and dripping with saliva.

chapped.

A flash of golden blade, and the dark red monster, resembling a dog but the size of a lion, was vertically sliced ​​in two, its scalding blood splattering all over it. "A ghoul?"

Caesar frowned as he looked at the dead creature before him.

This kind of monster was rampant in his time, but it is now completely extinct. Its attack power is very low compared to other monsters, and several ordinary people working together can kill it.

"Is it from the title of that book called 'Forest'?" he guessed.

The book's attempt to stop him using such low-level monsters is, frankly, a bit laughable.

Just as he was thinking this, he looked down and saw that the branches below were covered with ghouls, like a swarm of insects.
"Isn't this a bit too much?"

The last skeleton soldier was smashed into a pile of bones by the Blood Knight, but then they noticed that the forest above, which was suspended in mid-air, began to wriggle.

But it was soon discovered that it wasn't the forest moving, but something inside that was moving.

With a soft "plop," a branch of the forest split open, and countless ghouls surged out like a tide, crashing onto the streets and buildings. They howled as they got up and scattered in all directions.

"Stop them! Don't let a single one escape!"

Doruvan said in a deep voice.

All the blood knights rushed forward to meet the terrifying tidal wave of beasts.

"Master, it's not safe here, please retreat immediately!" Delina said to Ita.

"Can't do it."

Ita said calmly, then stepped forward. His foot, clad in a black leather boot with laces, stomped forward, and instantly, a pressure from a supreme being enveloped the entire area. A faint dragon's roar rang out, and all the ghouls seemed to have crashed into an iron wall, howling and stopping, before being slain by the blood knights who came to meet them.

This is an innate, supreme pressure that only true dragons possess, placing them at the top of the food chain.

The ghouls blocking the way were all suppressed, and the two teams of blood knights immediately entered the forest through the gap to search for their target.

far away,

The safe, made of high-quality copper, opened before Angoli, and thick wisps of milky white mist spread out, revealing its contents.

Inside, quietly placed, was a helmet. From the outside, it looked like just an old iron helmet, with dents and scratches on it, as if its former owner had worn it through fierce battles.

But this helmet alone can grant an ordinary person godlike power, and it is also the highest-level containment item used by the agency.

"Captain, your injuries haven't healed yet," a teammate said to him with concern.

"All irrelevant personnel must leave," Angori simply stated.

He took off his coat, climbed into a large vat of dark gray liquid that had been prepared for him, and immersed himself in it. He took the [Hunter] helmet handed to him by his teammate, put it on his head, and then sank into the vat, his whole body submerged in the liquid.

The wearer will suffer severe psychological harm from the regulator, so before wearing it, the whole body needs to be immersed in a "deep-sea solution" that isolates mental pollution.

The moment he lay down, Angori's consciousness seemed to enter a washing machine, being pulled out of his body in a rapid spin, constantly rising upwards, arriving in the sky above the city in a spirit form.

At this moment, he seemed to have become a semi-real existence. He could not see his own body when he looked down, but his perception of the surrounding things was so sharp. Everything within a few thousand meters of him was under his control. It seemed that he could grab a pebble a thousand meters away with a single grasp.

This is the capability that regulators bring: the ability to search and control vast areas.

After a brief period of adjustment, Angori turned his attention to the forest, searching for traces of the Book of No Thought.

Soon, he discovered something, but what he saw shocked him.

It was a boy of about ten years old, standing amidst the remains of ghouls.

(End of this chapter)